Wildflowers ⁓
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Oft’ slow I’ll pass by the Olde Flower Shop,
adore each delightful bouquet,
considering you’d most surely love one,
but I lack the coinage to pay.
Hang then my head low in sorrowful shame,
strolling sadly on down the road …
knowing how I have once more let you down,
and it’s not so easy a load.
Money troves in the bank nor great riches,
not likely I’ll own very much;
yet, all I have to give is yours, my love …
I’m not very handsome, as such.
My eyes dimmer, too … tho, still just as blue;
this old heart beats warmly and strong,
while all the time, my thought’s dwelling on You,
I know they’re there ~ where they belong.
I dream of being your deserving man,
days in-love you’ll smile upon me;
all the world alive in its lovely glow,
my spirit soars higher and free.
There ‘long the roadside…hopeful, they beckon,
their colours so vividly strong,
in the breeze, lovely wildflowers dancing;
like You ~ in my heart they belong.
There are so many, they beg to be picked,
but I’m not that greedy a guy,
softly caressing the textures of each,
grateful hands agree with the eye.
With bounty held close, aromas so sweet,
no wider smile my face has known.
No vase yet received a lovelier treat,
nor flora from God’s fields e’er grown.
It’s said I’m not all that much to look at,
my body is not quite as buff;
my hair’s thinned-out now, all silver ‘n grey,
and my love is never enough.
Yet, I’ll strive to be a more worthy man
with money enough that you’ll know,
I can afford the most gorgeous bouquet
a man’s hand did ever bestow.
Down on my knees, I’ll present it with love,
while begging your forgiveness, too …
that I’m not up to par – lacking by far,
but I’ll try my heart out for You.
Meanwhile, darling dear, I hope You can hear
the soft urging beat of my heart.
It’s murmuring to You, “Please, accept true,
these Wildflowers ~ as a new start.”
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Rascal
©2025
This is a beautiful telling of what one feels towards another.
Thank you, Fia,
For your encouraging compliment and sharing your take on this rather innocent little love poem.
Hugs ‘n blessings! ⁓ Rascal🖌
Wow! You’re a Wordsworth Rascal! Damn, you know how to melt a heart, don’t you? I’m a rhyme and meter girl with much of my poetry, so I appreciate the elegance of this piece despite its lack of contemporary appeal. The message is anti-materialistic and wholly wholesome with a massive slice of humility. You’re slipping in that age factor, that timeless long-lasting relationship that so many country songs emphasize.
It’s worth a roll in the hay any day, Rascal. Put a daisy in my hair.
xoxo
My, oh-MY, Lady-Poet 🌻
What a lucky coincidence that I just happened to come upon a little daisy this morning while strolling along, imagining someone whose lovely hair it might grace, of what it might lead to, of whom….er, I seem to have (somehow) wandered-off into fantasyland. 😌
Damn, yourself … you’ve quite a knack for inspiring your own rising stimulations⁓*
Yes, M’Lady, how unfortunate such a huge, powerful, and beautiful expanse of poetry has become ignored and limited to talking/prose (not really poetic prose) in the erroneous name of contemporary advancement … what a shame to watch thw art and depths of poetic skill dwindle to a trickle. Ahhh, I could soapbox your lovely ears off … LOL!
How sweetl to be so completely grasped … and, mmm, what a lavish bouquet of thought you’ve inspired … right side or left? ⁓ Rascal🖌
Oh, I wasn’t talking about the hair on my head, Richard.
This is one of my favorite subjects, its a poem of sweet sincerity..
Thank you, Dear Poetess 🌈🍷
How delightful of you to pick one of my humble little pieces to read and leave such cozy words of compatibility.
A lovely flower for You 🌻 ⁓ Rascal🖌
Thank you, Dear Poetess 🌈🍷
How delightful of you to pick one of my humble little pieces to read and leave such cozy words of compatibility.
A lovely flower for You 🌻 ⁓ Rascal🖌